SilkCityP Says:
October 13th, 2010 at 11:03 pm
Ayo, Mase and The Lox
We takin knots from the out of state spots
Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don’t really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It’s not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it
Often I bug, then we’ll soften a thug
Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
You bring your crew and em and I’m doin em
Then I’m beatin em down with aluminum
Then I’m puttin two in em
You can’t touch me, I’ve been double sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that’s irrelevant

We Crys bub sippers, strip club niggas
Peace to the street team, ya’ll get love niggas
Six years ago I was the have-not nigga, hot nigga
Represent for all my block niggas
Now I’m 6 drop niggaz, baggette rock niggas
10 G’s a show and I ain’t even drop niggas
Shock niggas who thought I was a pop nigga
You go against Mase you get your wig rocked nigga!
Players like me’ll leave your whole block bitter
Roll hard like when I see the bank stop nigga
Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a nigga
Don’t really fuck with Dame, but still I cop Jigga

Now on, on, break o’ dawn, can’t stop, I’m too hot
Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop
Me no care if the B’s be tinted, you won’t see me in it
‘Less there’s TV’s in it
I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
You foul and if you had styles you wouldn’t get back
You thinkin’ you invincible, you ain’t hard to get at
I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at
I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back
I be ready to go to war, you ain’t gon’ be with that
You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at
Bleedin’ all crazy and don’t know where you hit at
I’m dead up, niggas doin’ drama better shut up, I’m fed up
Know for my Roley I was set up
I can’t let up, you in some shit that don’t concern you
Send a bullet through your thermal, you know crazy

“Why is the world ugly when you made it in your image?
And why is living life such a fight to the finish?
For this high percentage, when the sky’s the limit,
A second is a minute, every hour’s infinite.”

Ummm I am not into big women but Chrisette and any woman built like with that kind of face is fine with me. I wonder how many niggaz out there are in the position to have the Aston and enjoy this song? lol

Don Vincenzo Says:
October 13th, 2010 at 11:17 pm
45 Minutes to Broadway is one of the top tracks any D Block nigga put out IMO

And I been telling niggas Ma$e had it… Specially when he was Murda… P Diddy named him pretty
^^

What Up, What Up is the GOAT Lox/D-Block song to me…

Fam, Mason been a problem, even when Diddy named him pretty. Niggas was fronting when DMX dropped like he didn’t sell 4 million records, like only white people copped up on the album. That was my pre- football album in 1999. Plus, I was playing Clue? Tapes heavy, and Mase was murdering those… Nigga had me thinking Harlem was the place to be…

“damn!” “whoa.”
^
It’s that real… Cory’s adopted white boy freestyling over some dipset shit? No go… I’d send my young bulls to beat him the fuck up if I knew where to catch him at… A group of em who a beat the brakes off a nigga they age or older for a bunch a quarters and a couple single dollar bills… And a basketball

COLD
4 mins ago
Don you dropped that story early about some fag boy with pink stunna’s… shit was funny.

^
On my momma top 5 of the funniest shit that happened to me… Not at the time I was furious… Imagine that for a second… A wild fruity ass nigga wit Pink Souljers on basically runnin up and grindin on ya side singin Party in the USA while u blowin ya stinky, no homo, mindin YO business… Whaddaya do?

I’m from the 80’s, home of the heroine
Era of the hustlers, uh the world is my custy
New Rich Porter, the way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me

Momma was a mink wearer, papa ran numbers
So it’s plain to see where my whole plan come from
American dream, I’m livin’ the life still
The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill

Still I’m grindin’, army jacket linin’
40 below timbs on, gettin’ my M’s on
My best friends gone, I seen bad days
Still find songs that I hear him on
Gettin’ my Mary J. Blige ‘Reminisce’ on
I hear his voice in my mind like nigga live on

So I get on that fly shit I been on
Spin on corners in Enzo with rims on
But for info, puffin’ on endonesia
Give me amnesia

I ease up, that’s right
I’m high nigga, I want the sky
The world when I’m done I’ma give it to my sons
Let ’em live it up, split it up, switch it up, uh

Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done
The rest of my belonging’s belong in the hall of fame
A list of hits next to all my names
I came (n)

If the sky should fall and it all goes tomorrow
And they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars
Don’t cry for me Argentina, I mobbed in the beamer
Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardinia

In Ibiza I had pizza in the club
Ladies know I’m that guy, they wanna piece of my love
Now they wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime
Billie Jean, the goddamn boy ain’t mine

And the Roc break up had the people losin’ hope
Can’t lie, they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes
Now I’m back in the go mode, back in the go-go’s
Throwin’ the diamond up, reppin’ the logo
Rose gold rose flow, I’m okay though
What don’t kill me makes stronger than before so

Here we go and I’m not domino
When it all falls down, I’m like Kanye’s jaw
I might break but I don’t fold
Till I hold the sky in my hand
Yeah, that’s my goal

And then I bid you Freddy Adu
Prodigal Child, y’all not ready for the fu-ture
Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle
My name will be viewed such
Here’s to the man that refused to give up
I want the sky nigga, chuch

For Iceberg, Jerz, Don (apparently), and Land (He’s a Camel lover, too)

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell
It don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies

God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin’ all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin’ abortion

She don’t even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin’ on her chest just to stop my fuckin’ hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My babies’ mothers 8 months, her little sister’s 2
Who’s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red
I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin’ buddah head
The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t,
I can’t believe suicide’s on my fuckin’ mind

I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me
Naw you wouldn’t understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back

Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I’m gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin’ goin’ on

JihaD Says:
October 14th, 2010 at 12:16 am
@ Don- You gonna be able to record this week, right? Not in ATL, but in NC?

JihaD

tRON stockTON Says:
October 14th, 2010 at 12:17 am
Jihad

When u gona send me that track

..(nhjic)
^^

This question answers the other question. My verse is done. Speez said he was gonna have it recorded for you. The other joint I have completely finished for the project can’t be heard til it drops- would ruin the suprise.

Hov aint give us a Suicidal Thoughts cuz he wasnt suicidal but he gave us this:

I hustle from, night to mornin’, dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like you goin’ with us
I held round table meetings so we could go on and discuss
Not only money but all the emotions goin’ through us
Why we don’t cry when niggaz die? That’s how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer hopin’ God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We live dangerous, often findin’ ourself in the eyes of strangers

My dream is big and in it my team is rich
As seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain’t seen shit
Back to live action, I’m packin’, I’m still in the mix
Like new hits, I think I’m goin’ over your head a lil’ bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I’m professional known as now
Jay motherfuckin’ Z, and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead

Eat ’til the food’s gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother of rich poor though, separated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain’t enough bucks for us to split in this shit
Plus ain’t nobody lovin’ us and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and

See my life is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight it’s gon’ keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Y’all can’t learn Jigga by the shit y’all be readin’ in The Source
It’s deeper of course, follow the life of this reckless minor
At 16 in the 600, unlicensed driver
Playin’, cops and robbers, like shots can’t stop us
Flippin’ a bird to the choppers, buck thirty on the turns

Reckless abandon, when I’m standin on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin’ to give me
Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
Somebody to tell me that they felt me
I tried to play the hand you dealt me
But you gave me five funnies an’ shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothin less than a 520, and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is

That Cuz Camel was too busy PRAYING FOR BIGS DOWNFALL: (see what I did there?)

Uhh, I dreams filthy
My moms and pops mixed in with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off
Uhh, cause in this world I’m debtor, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain’t no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue bring fatigue to enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD
Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Y’all know who killed im filled im with the lugars from they Rugers
or they Desert, dyin ain’t the shit but it’s present
Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
Apoligies in order, to T’Yanna my daughter
If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like
Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can’t hear it
Competition still fear it, shit don’t ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

[DMC]
That’s not all, MC’s have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall

[Notorious B.I.G.]
This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again
Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin
Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and
be more gone than freemen
I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces
Fuck the screwfaces, when I flip
I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
Niggaz can’t bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly (what)
To old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think it’s cool to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize
in killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit
When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin
Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
Me and Sean Combs takin broads home
On the phone with the chip, these Cristal chips
bought to make our own porno flicks, my life’s the shit

[DMC]
That’s not all, MC’s have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall

That’s not all, MC’s have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall

[Notorious B.I.G.]
We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds
Niggaz want my team to stop shinin
Pray my fame start declinin
Whining like girlies
We been around the world twice, moats that’ll smoke ice
in moonlights, sacrifice your heart
Lexus with the automatic start (what)
Fifty shots’ll tear your club apart
Eatin shrimp outta cars, with some bitches from Brussels
Eatin clams or mussels
Uhh, out the puss (what) pretty face no waist
I just want the bush, so I can mack you
Give her a package to push, cause I work dem hoes
Den dey hoes, I show you how to play them hoes
Can you just visualize it
Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet
so I can sleep safe, not too many people mill in the briefcase
Infrareds help me sleep safe, but wait

[DMC]
That’s not all, MC’s have the gall
To pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall
Pray and pray for my downfall

You not playing fair Shellz that’s my fav BIG track… While he was havin suicidal thoughts Hov was asking “Can I Live?”

Yeah, geah, Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to somethin’ epic y’all know?
Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness
Sort of a desperation
Through that desperation we come addicted

Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin’
But we feel we have nothin’ to lose
So we offer you, well we offer our lives right
What do you bring to the table?

While I’m watchin’ every nigga watchin’ me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
Hoes’ll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet

I don’t sleep, I’m tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
A brother gotta admire from four fiends away
My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin’ ‘caine
‘Til brains was fried to a francaise, can’t lie

At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
Gettin’ my thug on properly, my squad and me
Lack of respect for authority, laughin’ hard
Happy to be escapin’ poverty, however brief

I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
For dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill’in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William

Lock my body can’t trap my mind, easily
Explain why we adapt to crime
I’d rather die enormous than live dormant that’s how we on it
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it

Presidential suites my residential for the weekend
Confidentially speakin’ in codes since I sense you peekin’
The INXS rental, don’t be fooled my game is mental
We both out of town dog, what you tryin’ to get into?

Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
Meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way no fraud Willie’s present gambling they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin’ margaritas

G-g-geah, can I live?
Can I live?

My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it’s sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
Commit atrocities like we got immunity

You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods
Platinum Rolexed it, we don’t lease
We buy the whole care, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation, explode

On detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it balls to steam, it comes to it
We all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, history school us to spend our money foolish

Bond with jewelers and, watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with Ludicrous, dreams of
Gettin’ cream let’s do this, it gets te-de-ious
So I keep one eye open like, CBS, ya see me
Stressed right? Can I live?

No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that’s fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I’m a smoke him yo don’t fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move

Nigga, you ain’t got to explain shit
I’ve been robbing motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker’s sure to die
That’s my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing “It’s so hard…”

Yes, love love you’re fucking attitude
because the nigga play pussy that’s the nigga that’s getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I’m dipping up the block and I’m robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn’t give fuck if you’re pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant

I’m slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it’s time to eat a meal I rob and steal
‘cos Mom Duke ain’t giving me shit
so for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I’m dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I’m all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?

[Verse Two:]

Big up, big up, it’s a stick up, stick up
and I’m shooting niggas quick if you hiccup
Don’t let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath
You’re talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt
Don’t be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
‘cos when I lick shots the shits is persistent

Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
before you find out how blue steel feel

from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don’t have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I’m digging in pockets, motherfuckers can’t stop it

Man, niggas come through I’m taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I’m taking her door knockers
And if she’s resistant “baka! baka! baka!”

So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?

I hope apologetic or I’m a have to set it
and if I said it the cocksucker won’t forget it

[Verse Three:]

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M
and if he start to scream “bam! bam!”, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar

Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gat…

Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that…
Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, getting shot on the spot
(Oh shit! The cops!) Be cool, fool
They ain’t gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts
(So why the fuck he keep looking?) I guess to get his life tooken
I just came home, ain’t trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass ‘cos I ain’t with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, ‘cos I’m about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the loot

I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in
Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I’m thin
But when the gat is tucked, I’m fat as fuck
Ignorant bastard, I’m takin’ it back to day one
No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun
For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun
Well, here’s the shock of your life, the glock not the mic
Homey I’m not into hype, trust me, I’m still street

You still fuckin’ up then trust me I still creep
Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin’ real sweet
But reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep
S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs
Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother
I’m a crook like you, I took like you
I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you
How dare you look at jigga like I’m shook like boo
I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me

Yo, your summer’s ’bout to get hot
Niggaz home from jail and they plottin’
Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top
The continental T, got ’em resentin’ me
God I work hard, please don’t envy me
I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard
I can recall a year ago, I almost lost this job
All y’all remember is the part about me parkin’ the hog
What about all them days I was walkin’ my dogs?

Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back
And if they did all they said was, “Where dem dollaz at?”
Imagine, bein’ skinny growin’ up around broader cats
The quiet assassin’ demeanor of them college cats
Until I got a gat and loudly start poppin’ back
Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete
Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon’ do to Jay
How y’all gon’ stick me up, take my jewels away
Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away
Well, I got news for y’all fools today, hey

I got, shots to give come and get me nigga
Y’all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won’t part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good
I ain’t crossover, I brought the suburbs to the hood
Made ’em relate to your struggle, told ’em ’bout your hustle
Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you
You know normally them people wouldn’t be fuckin’ witchu
Til I made ’em understand why you do what you do
I expected to hear, “Jay, if it wasn’t for you”
But instead, all I hear is buzzin’ in your crew

How y’all scheamin’, tryin’ to get accustomed to my moves
So y’all could tape my mouth, stake out my house
But I got pride, I’m a nigga first
I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first
That’s how Jigga work
The funny thing, I represent y’all everytime I spit a verse
And that’s the shit that hurts
But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here
So when y’all feel that the time is right

I got, shots to give come and get me nigga
Y’all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won’t part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo
It’s only fair that I warn ya, rap’s my new hustle
I’m treatin’ it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna
My game change but my mindframe remains the same
I gotta protect what’s mine
Shit I started from nothin’, zero, zip
I made my way hustlin’, I don’t owe niggaz shit
I’m paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped

Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped
I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip
Two in the stash, one come up when I shift
I keep one under the chair where I sit
I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch
Ask Big, everytime he’d come to my crib
He’d find another gun that I hid
I’m ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is
Everyday like a hundred-and-six, shit

I got shots to give, come and get me nigga
Y’all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won’t part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

I got shots to give, come and get me nigga
Y’all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won’t part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
I got, come and get me

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin’ in
Can’t turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can’t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ’em
Probably end up back of the hood, I’m like ‘**** it then’

Huddlin’ over the oven, we was like brothers then
Though you was nothin’ other than a son of my mother’s friend
We had governin’, who would of thought the love would end
Like ice cold album, all good things

Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
You wouldn’t bicker like the other fools talk good game
Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign

Could bring, should blame the game, and I could
It’s kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
And foreva be in debt, that’s neva a good thing
To the pressure for success can put a good strain

On a friend you call best and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the good an’ sane
Though we rehearsed, it just ain’t the same
When you put in the game at age sixteen

Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and miss things
Jealousy, ego and pride, and this brings
It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
The route evil strikes again, this could sting

Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
This puts the ring in jeopardy indefinitely

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin’ in
Can’t turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can’t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ’em
Probably end up back of the hood, I’m like ‘**** it then’

I feel like a black militant takin’ over the government
Can’t turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
Can’t clean my act up for good, too much thug in ’em
Probably end up back in the hood, I’m like, ‘**** it then’

I’m back in the hood, they like, ‘Hey Nas’
Blowin’ on purp’, reflectin’ on they lives
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.’s
Dreamin’ of fly **** instead of them gray skies

@Don- Camel was talking bout Come and Get Me like 10 years after Big Told ya’ll “Come On MotherFucker”

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Nigga was motherfuckin HYPED UP
Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
and it was on from there
The motherfucker there wasn’t nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his niggaz do?)
Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
Them niggaz was packin burners
Them niggaz was ready to fight
whatever we had to do holmes
Niggaz was on the real flipout holmes
It was just comin out like a motherfucker
The nigga amped be like COME ON, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!!

Chorus: repeat 8X

Come on motherfuckers, come on

[samples play over second half of chorus]
“Man what you fuck doin over here?”
“Are you awake now?”
“Hell yah I’m awake man;
now tell me what the fuck is goin on here”
“Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit, and check us out”

[Sadat X]
Let’s go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays
off the baldhead, everything is real
Biggie me put on this joint so I’ma be the big wheel
Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo’ bet on seven
Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey Biggie, I understand you’re from Brooklyn
with 22’s in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat
Release the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfuckin BRAIN WARM
A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat’s kind of spiritual
Well “In God We Trust”, guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
and that uhh {*singin*} do you knowwwwww, where you’re goin to
Do you like the things that I bring?
{*rappin*} Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin
Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, c’mon motherfucker

Chorus

[Sadat X]
What? Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block
when I told y’all last week, that shit was too hot
Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes
Somebody gon’ get paid, somebody block get sprayed
Reaction is delayed as y’all run down the block
Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts
Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I’ma hit em where it hurts
The big city it don’t spare no bodies
Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis
I’m about ten blunts down, drank three or fo’ stouts
Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses
Hey yo money that’s yo’ stock, yo Bigs pass the glock
I’ma tell him it can happen, don’t play me with that rap shit
Life is real, so Biggie take the steel

Chorus

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh
I got seven Mac-11’s, about eight, .38’s
Nine 9’s, ten Mac-10’s, the shits never end
You can’t touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
HAH, that’s how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil’ Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don’t resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
when I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable

Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo

That’s crazy blunts, mad L’s
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God I’m droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you’re listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
cause if you sit still, I’m gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And I’m talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Cause I got mo’ shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper
Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
a.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga

Eng.., I’m not ignorant… And I think Hov > Everybody… And in not one lyric I posted did Jay “steal” a big verse or flow.., but for a nigga to say Jays flow and wordplay and brilliance wasn’t unmatched… Well, you know the rest… I see you Shellz I’m coming right back lol

Correct answer Jihad Jihad. Camel rode on Biggie’s coat tails for a minute, he got shine as a direct result of Biggie trying to put him on, he had/has talent no doubt but as soon as the GOAT is in the ground he comes out his mouth with some slick shit talkin about how he’s the GOAT. Biggie fathered you son, how you gonna be the GOAT???

Don Vincenzo Says:
October 14th, 2010 at 1:16 am
Seth, *daps x3* That shit is dope as fuck!! I replied to your message, but the only change I can think of is minor, and I might not even like it once I actually see it.

Young Hov in the house
It’s so necessary
Green Lantern in the house
So necessary
Why ya frontin’ on me,
Is that necessary?

You know you’ve become a star
Because you’re the biggest target out there
Right?

When everyone’s on the court, they’re coming for you
When the opposing player walks into that arena
They’re thinkin of upstaging you
You’re, you’re like a trophy to them
They’re thinkin’ “if I’m better than this guy,
The spotlight turns on me”
So, you know you’re a superstar because you’re a marked man
And everyone’s coming for you

The, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)

Uh
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot’s on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I’m tired
Build me up, break me down to build me up again
They like “Hov we need you back so we can kill your ass again”
Hov got flow though he’s no Big and Pac, but he’s close
How I’m ‘posed to win? They got me fighting ghosts

Most kingz get their heads cut off

With the same sword they knight you they gon’ good night you with
Shit, thats’ only half if they like you
That aint even the half what they might do
Don’t believe me, ask Michael

See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggy, see Pac
See success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas
See Caesar, see Brutus
See success is like suicide

Suicide, it’s a suicide
When you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto
So it’s tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now
Now the question is, “Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all?”
Because dawg,

Most kingz get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing ’till you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not

Most kingz get their heads cut off

The, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be

Er’body wanna be the King then shots ring
You laying on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X’d out, get distracted by screams
Er’body get your hand off my jeans
Er’body look at you strange, say you changed
Like you work that hard to stay the same
Uh
Game stays the same, the name changes
So it’s best for those to not overdose on being famous
Most kings get driven so insane
That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did
So dangerous
No strangers
Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers
Low chain ’em as the enemies approach
So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat
And the spirit I’m evoking
The kings as been awoken
From shots from those who was most close to them

They wont stop until you ghost to ’em
But real kings don’t die
They become martyrs, let’s toast to ’em
King Arthur, put a robe to him
Like James Brown know the show aint over
Until rows roll in
To the republic is overthrown
To my loyal subjects it’s over, hoe
Long live the king
No, the rain won’t stop
They want my head on the chopping block
I wont die, nah

Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing ’till you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on coming if they’re ready or not

Long live the king
No, the rain wont stop

Long live the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
Long live the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king

Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing ’till you reach the top
Keep on coming if they’re ready or not

Alright BigSpitMonk you ain’t ignorant but you must admit you maybe a bit hard of hearing cos if you slap a Biggie record on and you slap a Jigga record on and you still honestly telling me Biggie ain’t > _______ then I think you may have been abused in the ear as a baby.

Nah Eng.., BIG and Jay… THEE two defining artists for me hands down… Throw Slick Rick, Kool G, Ice Cube, Some Nas and Some D Block in there too… But see I use to argue how BIG was the GOAT… Until I found myself listening to Reasonable Doubt, and In My Lifetime a CONSIDERABLE amount more than ANY other album I had… For YEARS… I was lying to myself… Sean Carter is the complete hip hop artist, no way around it… That makes him the GOAT IMO…

every song Idea he’s ever had come from a BIG song… whether it was intentional or not.

^
BIG did usher in a regime… I mean even before BIG it was almost no ideas original and then BIG came and used the rest of the original ideas lol… But that’s to be said for any rapper ESPECIALLY today… But Hov found originality in his voice, in the way he crafted his verses AND songs, in his flow and cadence… The nigga is a pioneer as well b u can’t front on it

i love big and he has nothing but dope ass verses, but his sample size is too small. hov has been in the game for too long not to be considered the best. we don’t know if big could have gone this far. he was the catalyst for some ill shit, though

^
Jay wasn’t sayin it cuz the nigga wasn’t tryna be the best at the time.., he was tryna get a check… BIG was… But BIG died that wasn’t Hov fault (or was it? Illuminati mind soul and my body)… And den Jay said “You held it down long enough, lemme take those reigns, and just like your spirit the commission remains” and that’s what Hov did… You don’t think BIG smilin at this nigga down from Heaven or up from Hell?

I mean, Speez, you acting like Big hadn’t BEEN shutting down DJs back in 94

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah..
You’re now enterin the mode of the notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, representin
This one goin out to Brooklyn, y’all know what time it is
It’s goin out to all the gangsters
All the pimps and players, hoes and bitches
Y’all know what time it is.. so this what I want y’all to do
I want y’all to grab y’all Dutch Masters
and y’all White Owls and y’all Phillies.. mmm!
Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back
Gon’ do this one for my man Mister Cee, representin all day, everyday
And all you other tape niggaz, and bootleggers, stay in the house
Cause Brooklyn got this shit locked down
So any time you’re ready Mister Cee
we gon’ get hardcore on these homos

Like I said before, Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, hardcore
Uhh, representin
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uhh, check it, huh

[The Notorious B.I.G.]
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggaz say I’m pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this
If I was pussy I’d be filled with syphillis
Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, gettin rid of ya

Got it locked like the penitentiary
Niggaz mention me for M.C. execution, who you choosin?
The wack MC? Or the black fat MC?
Jack Dempsey would start shakin

All it’s takin, is some marijuana and I’m makin
MC’s break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Backspins to windmill, who’s still the gin drinker
Ill thinker – explodin when the paper hits the ink, uhh

Take your gangsta chronicles, turn to page 666
Holocaust, Big the merciless
Niggaz press they luck-and they get a buttfuck-in
Straight up the ass, raw dog with the rash

and I don’t fuck wit the condoms
The condoms is a problem from the AIDS gettin sprayed
Diseases, Big pleases, MC’s across the seas
is just the way I clutch my prey, hey

I’m crazy and deranged
Blowin niggaz out the frame, simple and plain
But gettin back, to the black, rhinocerous of rap
Big took a loss, how preposterous is that nigga?

nigga, I’m hella tired so I’m going to bed, but I’ll make any final changes tomorrow if need be. I sent another email and had some other possible ideas.

Next time we’ll have to find a hi-res picture so I can really kill it. LOL.

peace.

^^

*daps* yea, I found that pic on a whim, just thinking about ideas. I wanted the band in there (southern HBCU Homecoming tradition, but couldn’t decide on which one, so I just went with the Booty… You motion blurred the band a lot, but the booty looks amazing– real niggas’ll understand, lol.

Peace, and *daps* fam. I appreciate it. I also responded to your e-mail.

@Speez, check your e-mail.

@Eng, yea, you pretty listed all the goats. Camel is one of the goats to me, but not THE GOAT– Big set too many trends in only a quarter of the time Camel did– the blueprint Nasir and the rest of NY followed as Bigs. As far as sample size, niggas was ready to crown Jay Elect the goat off a 9 min freestyle, a couple snippets, and one released song, but Big has enough verses, features, and two amazing albums that signify his greatness– where Pac was praised for his work ethic, Big should be praised for his quality control.

As far as sample size, niggas was ready to crown Jay Elect the goat off a 9 min freestyle, a couple snippets, and one released song, but Big has enough verses, features, and two amazing albums that signify his greatness– where Pac was praised for his work ethic, Big should be praised for his quality control.

>>i concur. big did his thing and jay is showing how to continue doing your thing over a great span of time. one hot freestyle isn’t enough. brooklyn’s finest was audio crack.

Yeah that was nice Shellz… I almost couldn’t think of a good one to come back wit… Y’all gon have a field day wit the 1st couple bars but fuck it:

F/ Jay-Z

Old school, new school need to know this
I burn like Left Eye Lisa Lopez
Burn slow like blunts of hydro
Jigga Man, BK shit, y’all know

Jigga Man, ya heard? the fugitive..
Allow me to spit on this Clue shit,
Allow me to thank the people for all of their support, and your prayers
And all the people that prejudge me, fuck you, suck my dick..

[Verse 1]
D.A. act like a nigga starvin’ for Jay
If they lock me in a cage, fuck it, party away
I’m still hot, I’m still S dot ya’ll
Still got Millions buried in the sock drawer
Still holdin’ my own on the corner nigga
What can’t kill me can only make me stronger nigga
And when I get back home
Get your ass up out the throne
It’s just goin’ back to the way shit was
I’ma stay hot no matter what my shit does
I could drop a straight dud, I’ma stay up
Niggas tryin’ to break my will
You know that ain’t my steel
I’m Destiny’s Child, my fate’s been sealed
You’re dealin’ with a higher power
I’m like Dwight Eisenhower
My life can move a thousand miles and hour
Reflect me folks
As my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spoke
It’s much deeper than a soap, it’s a constant drama series
All they see is money, they want me to blind the jury
All this bullshit can make the mind weary
But my theory is the sun shines clearly
(The Sun will shine clearly!)

[Verse 2]
Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov’
’cause I rhyme like I be rhymin’ in the Rov’
Climbin’ in them hoes
My minds like the diamonds, I’ll blind you at them shows
I don’t shine, I glow
I remind you of that dough
Don’t I? murder niggas won’t I?
My persona, hustler turned rapper, smell the crack aroma
Send shots like toma! in any language
Leave niggas in a coma when I’m bangin’ that Fifth
Get chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffs
And get the camcorder to camcord their hand movements
And for what? ya’ll actin’ like ya’ll better than Hov’
Ya’ll niggas should open up for the Letterman show

Niggas is funny,
All I do is get money and ya’ll niggas sound funny to me
Everybody’s rappin’ like they better than Hov’
But that’s shit’s real funny to me

I’m at the forefront of this rap shit, truth is truth
Look around at all the platinum, proof is proof
Listen to how niggas is rappin’, that’s do to who?
But I’ma let niggas live ’cause it’s beautiful

Old school, new school need to know this
I burn like Left Eye Lisa Lopez
Burn slow like blunts of hydro
Jigga Man, BK shit, y’all know
^
And it wasn’t no bullshit flip… The nigga knew he was gon kill it

We push the hottest V’s, peel fast through the city
Play Monopoly with real cash, me and Biggie and the models be
Shaking they saditty ass and parotta be
Somethin’ you cats got to see

And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Bein’ broke is childish and I’m quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan’
Scope the spot out, see somethin’ nice and I’m gone

You cats is home, screamin’ the fight’s on
I’m in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin’ Tyson
Same night, same fight
But one of us cats ain’t playin’ right, I let you tell it

People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
And tell me you won’t ball every chance you get
And any chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don’t it? Now make dollars
Cats pop bottles bone chicks that favor Idalis
And rack up frequent flier mileage

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

I’m poppin’ Magnums while Jigga bag somethin’
Watch is platinum, got jet lag from
Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
Make the best CD’s and the best tapes

Don’t forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals
Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit
You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes
Ice project off lights, chick flashes

Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain’t shit changed, except the number after the dot
On the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange
I hate y’all too

Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael
It’s unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
Bitches used to go, ‘W’, still tote steel
Trying’ to see five mil off the single, for real
You ain’t fazing’ the amazing’, while your gun’s raisin’, mine is blazing’

See you on see me all talking’ to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocker, Roch-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collaborate
Two MC’s with mad dough, ju’ know

I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

Miraculous, pockets stay full
Niggaz skip the bull ’cause we matadors
Snatch the P-89’s that we pack in the drawers
And we, clappin’ doors in your Acuras

Snap like, cameras on amateurs
Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws
Everybody got a part to play, back to yours

Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
Watch the real players live, it’s a habit to floss
Play the charts like the Beatles, y’all adapt you lost

And toast Cristal on behalf of y’all
Too bad for y’all, ain’t too many as bad as yours
Truly, do we, we laugh at y’all, little bastards y’all

Uhh, uhh, we hit makers with acres
Roll shakers in Vegas, you can’t break us
Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
Country house, tennis courts on horseback

You AIN’T tellin me Jigga out rapped Biggie on I Love The Dough??? Surely not?? You ain’t got the temerity to do some kinda brazened bollocks like that chief. ‘UNNHHH We hit makers wit acres roll shakers in Vegas etc’ in that Biggie boom voice >>> the whole of Jigga’s shit.

See, this is why I don’t smoke anymore, lol. I got class in the morning, a two contracts to rewrite for JihaD JihaD, a kingdom to defend in Haypi Kingdom on my iPhone, an oral test on body language in a court room tomorrow, a class to teach, and just living tomorrow.

With that said, I’m high as hell. I need to lay it down but probably won’t because I still trying to study looking at the words on the page reading doubles and such, lol.

But is it really reaching? I mean… Really? The theme song to the sopranos, plays from the keys of life on my, mental piano… Got a strange way a seeing life like… I’m Stevie wonder wit braids under the durag… Intuition is there, even when my visions impaired, yeah… Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare… On the highway a life, niggas just sharpen my sight…

Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches… Everytime somebody like Enis was mentioned…I would turn green…me… Bein in the trenches…him… Livin adventurous not worrying about expenditures… I’m bravin temperatures, below zero… No hero… No father figure… U gotta pardon a nigga…

I’m starving my nigga… And the weight loss in my figures, starting to darken my heart bout to get to my liver… Watch it my nigga… I’m tryna stay calm but I’m gon get richer by any means wit that thing Malcolm palmed in the picture… Never read the quran or islamic scriptures… Only psalms I read was on the arms a my niggas… Tattoo’d but we carry on like we non religious

Dom, I’m good financially, lol, for real. I didn”t know it was even off. I set it up because it was my first time interacting with people online in the real world. My mentor told me so. I’ll pay the account tomorrow. After meeting JihaD though, I feel as though I’m dealing with the best people I met in the world. Plus, I believe in you all. I pray to god that blessings rains down your umbrella and that you all reign in a sport that you were built for. For real. BTW:

I’m starving my nigga… And the weight loss in my figures, starting to darken my heart bout to get to my liver… Watch it my nigga… I’m tryna stay calm but I’m gon get richer by any means wit that thing Malcolm palmed in the picture… Never read the quran or islamic scriptures… Only psalms I read was on the arms a my niggas… Tattoo’d but we carry on like we non religious

The Prelude runs a close second troubs… Bar for bar niggas can’t fuck wit him… I know it’s hard to grasp and all that… But truth is truth man… Busta rhymes throaty ass rants can’t spew that poetry… Prodigy can’t rhyme two bars… Nas gets boring after while… Talib is cool but a Jay he’s not… Nor mos… I’m mean… What more can be said lol

The Prelude runs a close second troubs… Bar for bar niggas can’t fuck wit him… I know it’s hard to grasp and all that… But truth is truth man… Busta rhymes throaty ass rants can’t spew that poetry… Prodigy can’t rhyme two bars… Nas gets boring after while… Talib is cool but a Jay he’s not… Nor mos… I’m mean… What more can be said lol

But I’m done… I woulda made Mr Iceberg Slim proud lol… But one last thing… Before I go to bed… And I won’t get into it no more

Jay-Z >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

No disrespect to nobody…

Troubs if it’s a new number email me it… If it’s the same number… Email me it again lol… Like I said it didn’t seem like I’d phone was cut off like u ain’t pay the bill it seemed like it was dead or you had it off to charge… I left a voicemail so it wasn’t suspended

Troubs if it’s a new number email me it… If it’s the same number… Email me it again lol… Like I said it didn’t seem like I’d phone was cut off like u ain’t pay the bill it seemed like it was dead or you had it off to charge… I left a voicemail so it wasn’t suspended

^Nah, it’s a burn out. I KNOW you know what a burn out is. I didn’t know if you niggas was crazy or not. Weird niggas be on the internet. I got 2 numbers minus that burn out. One for my personal small businesses and one for my family and friends. We good. I’ll email you before sunrise. I’m up all night going over this speech for class.

So dangerous
No strangers
Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers
Low chain ’em as the enemies approach
So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat
And the spirit I’m evoking
There’s kings who’ve been awoken
From shots from those who was most close to them
^^^

Hov was spitting nothing but gangsta shit on Vol. 3 and the Dynasty album

^^^

As overall albums, both were garbage! I swear… people can say what they want about Nas stans, Em stans, B.I.G. stans, Pac stans, etc…. Hov stans are the worst! Completely egocentric & delusional… There are 2 many facts on the frontline to roast the Camel

LVMH, the luxury goods group that owns Louis Vuitton and Marc Jacobs, saw third-quarter sales in its fashion and leather goods division rise 26%
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that comes from all the product placement in these rap videos….they all become 3 minute LVMH commercials

Yeah right..cuz your average rap listener is blowin money in the Louis store.
——————————
u can’t say with a straight face that the average club go-er doesn’t try and imitate these rappers with their attire and beverage choice

LVMH, the luxury goods group that owns Louis Vuitton and Marc Jacobs, saw third-quarter sales in its fashion and leather goods division rise 26%
———————————
that comes from all the product placement in these rap videos….they all become 3 minute LVMH commercials
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

so was there a recent surge in the number of rap videos and people watching them?

I thought “actor” could go either way … but if they are saying “his” identity, seems like cBc.
^
I have only seen “actor” so I’m still assuming female. I don’t doubt that it started with a male actor, but its so much easier for females to catch the virus, rather than males.

4th date of the ghostface killah x frank dukes tour is tonight in philly. if you out there don’t miss it. you’ll see me onstage smoking kali mist doing the “baby i could see you” dance, or doin the Ghostdini bop to ‘the forest’.

4th date of the ghostface killah x frank dukes tour is tonight in philly. if you out there don’t miss it. you’ll see me onstage smoking kali mist doing the “baby i could see you” dance, or doin the Ghostdini bop to ‘the forest’.

this tour is da bidness. S/O iiight . com.
^^^
yo kev is BK/RS on that, or you just making a stop in Philly.

you still at Gibbs on Friday? i cant go, but just makign sure about that ticket.

SMH @ the Yankees starting Burnett game 4. I’m convinced that because of his salary they feel compelled to play him at least 1 time in the playoffs. He hit the first batter in a simulated game yesterday for Christ sakes.

SMH @ the Yankees starting Burnett game 4. I’m convinced that because of his salary they feel compelled to play him at least 1 time in the playoffs. He hit the first batter in a simulated game yesterday for Christ sakes.

Yo, so this nigga didn’t kill himself… Fuck, that land pushed him over the edge that day…

And Nah, Vol.3 is a much better album than people give it credit for, although Camel was trying to match Vol. 2 Success, which fucked him in the end with some of his worst songs (Pop 4 Roc stands out in my mind). But NYMP and Theres Been a Murder, So Ghetto>>>>>>>>>

Dynasty album I hated when it first released, i ain’t gon front. I refused to listen to it after Camel had Bleek and Sigel rapping over shitty west coast Facimile beats. A road trip from DC to Chi changed my mind– its uneven in parts, but Sigel absolutely went in on the whole project, and you could tell Camel was trying to make sure Sigel wasn’t the star.

That’s why he switched it from a Hov, Beans, Bleek album to a Jay-Z album.

^This is true. I remember the promos saying the dynasty album was gonna be more like a compilation album between him, beans, bleek and amil (lol) just check the credits in bleek 2nd album

LF: My homie made a good point saying that having state property around was the best thing for jay as far as being a artist goes, it made him step his game up, like beans use to say “steel sharpens steel” once all of them state p niggas bounced, jay started releasing shit like kingdom come, smh

I KNOW this Flex Harlem tribute is gonna be retarded!! D Block I need you like never before to put this into email form homie. To whom many triple bacon cheesburgers with mayo,ketchup,and sauteed onions is given,much is tested. Let’s go playboy!!!

>Also… I hated Beans on The Dynasty. I know I’ll get shit for it, but it’s true. He was godawful on that.

^This nigga must be high, lol *daps rey* Trust me, beans went in on that album, just listen to “streets is talking” Dynasty got about 3 skips on the whole album, besides that, it’s top notch and beans plays a huge role in that album being dopeness

I KNOW this Flex Harlem tribute is gonna be retarded!! D Block I need you like never before to put this into email form homie.
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I literally have no clue what you’re talking about. Not a lick. Are you suggesting that Flex is going to play a crazy Harlem set and you want me to emailt it to you?? lol…If so, I’m sure Nahright will have an mp3 link for that when or if it comes to fruition.

That’s why he switched it from a Hov, Beans, Bleek album to a Jay-Z album.

^This is true. I remember the promos saying the dynasty album was gonna be more like a compilation album between him, beans, bleek and amil (lol) just check the credits in bleek 2nd album

LF: My homie made a good point saying that having state property around was the best thing for jay as far as being a artist goes, it made him step his game up, like beans use to say “steel sharpens steel” once all of them state p niggas bounced, jay started releasing shit like kingdom come, smh

unh, you little niggaz ain’t deep you dumb,
you niggaz ain’t gangsta you gum, I chew little niggaz
hock-too, spew little niggaz,
I can only view little niggaz like little niggaz
but in lieu of little niggaz trying to play that boy,
I phew phew little niggaz with the latest toy
unlike you little nigga, I’m a grown ass man,
big shoes to fill nigga, grown ass pants
prolly hustled with your pops, go ask your parents
its apparent you’re staring at a legend
who,
put a few little niggaz in the they place before trying to eat without saying they grace before
blasphemous bastard get your faith restored you’re viewing your version of the lord god
mc little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y’all
I rebuke you little nigga
the meek shall parish, ill roof you little nigga,
I’m a project terrorist, cute you little niggaz
think you in my class
substitute little niggaz soon feel my wrath,
I mute you little niggaz
you a little nigga, I’ll child abuse you little nigga, I’m a ill nigga, now shoot you little niggaz
go somewhere and play,
cause the day I loose to you little niggaz, no day

@ Jihad D. Jihad of the PA Jihads: I heard all of them. I didn’t like Beans on that album. I’m not saying he’s wack or basura or whatever, I just didn’t like it and don’t hear what other people hear when they listen to Beanie Sigel.

NBA 2k11 is pure perfection. On the right settings it’s basketball simulation at it’s finest. There’s no running in circles until you get to the lane and dunk it, to run a efficient offense you have to run plays, there’s no magical cpu assisted catching up to you’re defender on a fastbreak, every rating matters, if a certain player don’t, let’s say crash boards *cough*amare*cough* he’s not crashing boards on 2k11.

It’s perfect, and right now, the nuggets got the #1 offense on the game.

And Jordan…………We’re not even gonna talk about him.

There’s no reason for 2k to release a basketball game next year, seriously

rEY Says:
October 14th, 2010 at 10:29 am
@ Jihad D. Jihad of the PA Jihads: I heard all of them. I didn’t like Beans on that album. I’m not saying he’s wack or basura or whatever, I just didn’t like it and don’t hear what other people hear when they listen to Beanie Sigel.

Ether away, sir.

Rey
^^

No ether, but one of Sigel’s greatest assets besides his lyrics is his delivery. The ability to imbue pain in your vocals? I mean, this nigga literally sounded like he was starving on every song he rapped on. That, and he was the next nigga outta Philly spitting that real shit? I mean, if you didn’t like him but can’t respect the performance… I dunno, fam

@ D-Block- thats personal. On the bootleg, that bitch wasn’t singing all over the track… The released version broke my heart. I also think The ROC and PLP have the same beat, but ROC is MUCH better.

Please get off Hovs dick y`all for at least a month.Sheesh!! Y`all discuss the nigga more than his own wife

>word. And its jus a buncha stanning whether you pro hov or not. I mean, id understand it if the screen names changed w/a time honored debate, but its vets that be sayin the same shit they were sayin 4+ yrs ago when I logged on. Y’all niggas need to let ya fingers breathe on that topic for real.

Sigel is one of those rappers that you had to experience (n) when he was on his shit to appreciate how dope he was. You can’t play some 99′ sigel shit to someone now and expect them to love it how you do.

When I first heard beans, I thought he was gonna easily be the best rapper ever. Cosmic kev’s best of beanie sigel is still one of my favorite mixtapes ever, if I can find that shit today i’d prolly really kill myself, lol

I’ll give ya 30 something (Andre 3k killed that) and Anything but nah man Mama I made it was crack, do you wanna ride is a great song, kingdom come was hot for what it was yo he had bars on there… You can have show me what ya got…

Kingdom come is actually wack. I’ll admit, I did like the album when I was in hov mode, lyrically it isnt wack by no means, but as far as replay value, the album has none.

Do you wanna ride sounds almost like a gay ballot to his incarcerated homie. Beach chair isnt a song for jay-z, it would sound better from another artist, dig a hole is…………okay, wayne killed show me what you got, he killed it to the point that people started questioning jay’s crown as the best alive.

Quite frankly, it isnt something I would throw a fit over if I never heard it again.

d_Block_4_Life Says:
October 14th, 2010 at 10:42 am
Do You Wanna Ride >>>>>>>>
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the third verse on this when the beats changes??? Illy.
^^

yep.

Its kinda like a Finding Forever Beat from Ye,

The most disappointing this about that album is that it was mixed by Dre, and had lot of potential (Just Blaze, and Dre tracks), but the only one that was very dope was the one that Ye produced… and thats when they had that little gay lovers quarrel…

and don’t hear what other people hear when they listen to Beanie Sigel.
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Yeah, you’re officially certified, Sigel is one of the best that EVER did it.

^^^

I don’t see it at all.

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@ Jihad– Hmm… I’ll give you the voice and the delivery, he definitely had raw emotion (nhjic) in his voice, but that “It Factor” that people heard, I just don’t get. Again, I know I’m on a spaceship with this, but I just don’t care for dude overall. That being said, “In The Air” is one of my favorite songs. But that Dynasty stuff? Didn’t like it.

October 14th, 2010 at 10:46 am
wanna know how i know your gay?
^
That’s right, because i don’t only listen to Hip-Hop I’m gay. Nope, you’re not a blithering idiot at all.
^^^
I listen to things other than hip hop
just not coldplay, ya homo.

Free J Says:
October 14th, 2010 at 10:49 am
Grand theft auto aint revolutionary…. i played them all and they make minor tweaks here and there but there’s nothin epic or groundbreaking about that series…

They did. Sigel and Crakk said it. Everyone else called them crabs and haters, and Chris is too scared of Camel to keep it real and say he did, so everyone kinda dropped it. Camel of course said nothing, but then, Camels shouldn’t be able to speak.

Asher Roth been dope he jus lives in eminem shadow. All them white rappers will forever be haunted by comparisons to em ecept bubba sparxx…he lives in paul wall’s shadow and thats even worse. thats like bein the back up weed carrier

Look at what Rick Ross did with john legend and Ne-yo on his albums, now look at KC. Both of rick ross songs was damn near classics and was on different albums, this nigga hov had both of them guys on one album and both songs are subpar at best.

Let’s just all agree that we all thought KC was gonna be better than what it is.

Asher Roth been dope he jus lives in eminem shadow. All them white rappers will forever be haunted by comparisons to em ecept bubba sparxx…he lives in paul wall’s shadow and thats even worse. thats like bein the back up weed carrier

^^^

Bubba Sparxxx is >>>> Paul Wall. “Deliverance” was an incredible album, and I fucking hate Timbaland.

Free J Says:
October 14th, 2010 at 10:53 am
Asher Roth been dope he jus lives in eminem shadow. All them white rappers will forever be haunted by comparisons to em ecept bubba sparxx…he lives in paul wall’s shadow and thats even worse. thats like bein the back up weed carrier
^^

They did. Sigel and Crakk said it. Everyone else called them crabs and haters, and Chris is too scared of Camel to keep it real and say he did, so everyone kinda dropped it. Camel of course said nothing, but then, Camels shouldn’t be able to speak.

October 14th, 2010 at 10:39 am
I thought Beach Chair was incredible. But, then again, i fuck with Coldplay..

^^

And you call yourself D Block?? Coldplay is a terrible band… That was Camel’s “Yea, I’m so artistic and elevating the artform that I can work with a rock band” moment– too bad Chris Martain sucks ass. Nigga should just worked with Dashboard Confessional if he wanted the same Douchebag effect he created on Beach Chair.

oh i def. cosign this statement but facts are facts. Paul Wall got mor eexposure then Bubba. I mean Saigon was doper than alot of niggas but still never got the attention he deserved. but at the same token he aint mainstream marketable so yea…

And FTR, when Hov drops his new LP next year, BP3 will mysteriously, all of sudden, become underrated and his new LP will be the trash, pop and overrated. Just like AG was trash when it came out until BP3 dropped.. Same formula…

Even after the game, I stayed shopping in the high end boutiques to get my fresh right.

^LMAO. I did also. I use to get other gang members to take my picture next to my exclusive whips, I even made sure my outfit matched the paint on the car. I Found out that if you tag all of san andreas, you’re gang members guns up grade, so instead of them rusty 9mm, my niggas use to hang out the window with shotguns and such.

I honestly never played a game for that long. And it was revolutionary for the simple fact that it added rpg elements to a violent game, now name a game that’s done that before? I can name a million games that’s done it afterwards.

And you call yourself D Block?? Coldplay is a terrible band… That was Camel’s “Yea, I’m so artistic and elevating the artform that I can work with a rock band” moment– too bad Chris Martain sucks ass. Nigga should just worked with Dashboard Confessional if he wanted the same Douchebag effect he created on Beach Chair.

Just like AG was trash when it came out until BP3 dropped..
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I was one of the few that really was vocal about how much I liked AG. I didn’t wait two years till it was safe to give it it’s props.

Even after the game, I stayed shopping in the high end boutiques to get my fresh right.
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Like what else would you need in a game, recruit the squad, take over other territories, protect your own….That game is still being talked about

October 14th, 2010 at 11:00 am
And you call yourself D Block?? Coldplay is a terrible band… That was Camel’s “Yea, I’m so artistic and elevating the artform that I can work with a rock band” moment– too bad Chris Martain sucks ass. Nigga should just worked with Dashboard Confessional if he wanted the same Douchebag effect he created on Beach Chair.

I use to get other gang members to take my picture next to my exclusive whips, I even made sure my outfit matched the paint on the car. I Found out that if you tag all of san andreas, you’re gang members guns up grade, so instead of them rusty 9mm, my niggas use to hang out the window with shotguns and such.
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This convo is making me wanna pick that up again.

San Andreas is the only game in the GTA series that deserves a sequel.

Cosign KKM on that BP3-will-be-actually-not-that-bad next year. We can check the Nahrchives for proof of that syndrome.

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oh i def. cosign this statement but facts are facts. Paul Wall got mor eexposure then Bubba. I mean Saigon was doper than alot of niggas but still never got the attention he deserved. but at the same token he aint mainstream marketable so yea…

October 14th, 2010 at 11:19 am
Free J that was hot bro… S.I.C.K. I got that beat on my comp and I was tryn my hardest (n) to find out who produced that that was crack… I had suntin for it too… I’m sad now… Lol
^^^
what song

I was the wheelie king on SA. VC was cool, naw actually it was classic, but the depth SA had made it better than VC.

When the game first came out everyone wanted there man diesel (pause) I remember when you got you’re man to the max he could kill niggas with one punch, lmao. I use to run around just smacking niggas across the street, literally, lol.

And one thing niggas always forget to mention, GTA soundtracks are always >>>>>>>

SA only had advantage because it was the later game. Such as the inclusion of the gym
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there was no need for the gym in the Scarface-esque setting…..all u needed was tailored suits, automatic weapons and drug deals gone bad

No way, those games are super dope. All of them for different things, GTA III had that mafia feel, working for all the Italian crime families, Vice City, taking it back to the 80s Miami Scarface type shit, San Andreas, the 90s Gangsta era, with all the gangs and hood shit, GTA IV, the new era, driving around in sports cars rocking suits and buying nice apartments etc.